unhappy
Tuesday, April 29th, 2008You fumbled through old notes and photographs and your lips
managed to curve up a smile.
For a while you remained silent and in deep thought.
Your hand moved across and searched for more, but all your
trembling fingers found was the bottom.
There’s no need to look just to prove; your hands have felt the
flat surface. Your hands have found the corners.
There were nothing more. Indeed it was now empty, just as you
are, unhappy.
When have you stopped putting things in your memory box?
Have you delved too much on sadness and forgot all about
happiness?
Or have you stored in all the happiness you’ve known until all
that’s left with you was…sadness?
And now you’re empty, unhappy.
You let yourself straighten up and the pieces fell on the floor.
They scattered like shattered glass, and just like your
thoughts, they lay in shambles.
You have to prove yourself wrong. It’s not sadness…of course
it’s not.
How could you be sad when the world sees you laugh?
How could you be empty when you fill your glasses with cheers?
Yes, it’s not sadness…of course it’s not.
Perhaps you just feel unwell, But never unhappy…
You’ve started to play the piano, played the first piece you’ve
ever learned.
You’ve hit the right keys, but missed the right notes.
You’ve always wondered why the music never got out of the
sheets.
You’ve known how to play it…without knowing how
to really play it.
And still, it was left unplayed, unsung; just as you are,
unhappy.
You’ve found true love, but how could they be sure that true love
has found you?
You’ve already let things work on their own,
So why search for a missing thing when a new piece lay in front
of you?
You’ve learned well how to keep feelings like keepsakes in a
box.
You’ve learned well how to divert emotions like a perfectly mis tuned melody.
You’re good at learning things.
But you’re never good at teaching how to fool yourself…
